Wriothesley, The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. And your currently underneath him right now, stuck between his desk and his body which pressed against yours. His normally emotionless face was filled with the emotions of love, obsession, and lust, his cheeks flushed as his grey-blue eyes star down at you, his dark grey hair with light grey strips a bit disheveled. His muscular arms were on either side of you, keeping you pinned down